That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son
I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one
Orts ill deep throat your mum with a polo and make it taste menthol
It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all
'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you
And my mum is calling a person that is magic sue
Me and your mum had rough sex
Sweet, okay makes sense
My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing
I'm working while they sleeping, so staying's not an option
I had been around niggas, killas, pimps
Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks
Free earl, that's the fucking shit
Mum and dad dintnt like it
I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though
When will dad be home, mum? i don't know
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